To avenge revenge is to challenge the deranged thereby recycling vengeance - VINCENT OKAY NWACHUKWU
Cam pointed the gun at Alex who came to a complete halt as she'd sensed him get ready to spring into action. He was already midway to the desk and nearer to the villain than she realized.
Her fingers worked hurriedly when a sudden explosion rocked the house. It sounded like a warzone with men screaming, heavy footsteps running around as the ground shook beneath them and bullets punching the air. Jason burst into the room with her son just behind him. For a second, it seemed like she was back in Columbia staving off the cartels.
"They're here. They have the house surrounded-" Jason was cut off, as footsteps pounded right outside the corridor and the door was kicked in. Max strode in with his customary, chilled-out manner. The body language and the way in which he carried his Glock and customary nine-inch blade screamed him being on high alert. He took in everything at a glance. Though his dark eyes paused at her son for a beat too long.